MorningPrayer Thursday
Dear God,
The morning awakens softly in the smell of coffee and the twitching of the cats ears. Bird calls splatter like sundrops on the earth and grow into flowers and clumps of grass. The air is suddenly blurred in the mystery of a hummingbird, the air blows gently against our face; is that you God, your Spirit coming? We are still, acknowledging your presence and your love that lovingly holds us, imparting wisdom and saturating us in grace. There is still hope. AMEN
The morning awakens softly in the smell of coffee and the twitching of the cats ears. Bird calls splatter like sundrops on the earth and grow into flowers and clumps of grass. The air is suddenly blurred in the mystery of a hummingbird, the air blows gently against our face; is that you God, your Spirit coming? We are still, acknowledging your presence and your love that lovingly holds us, imparting wisdom and saturating us in grace. There is still hope. AMEN